now approaching midnite
"kingsley had told me a little of the history. how, by looking into a pool of water, man first became aware of himself. he spoke of the myth of narcissus, and this strange, bittersweet love affair we have with our own image; how all mirrors are only copies of that first pool of water, gathered up, bound in glass. framed. 'do you think they like it?' he said. 'do you think reflections like being caut, measured out like this? we force them into staring at, returning, the same old faces, day after day. marlene, they are creatures of the sea, of the lake, the river. they will go back there.'"